Suit of Old Armor by Stephanie Marie Music

(88 BPM)
Verse
I used to hear his keys jingle late in the hall
A tired-out shadow leaning ‘gainst the wall
I didn’t know then about the bills or the rain
Or the way a man's pride outlines his pain
Whether he’s turning a wrench or driving the line
Or staring at numbers and running out of time
He puts on that coat like a suit of old armor
The backbone of his father, the soul of a farmer

Pre-Chorus
I was dreaming in blankets while he paced the floor
Fighting the battles I never even knew he wore

Chorus
He’s the calloused hand holding a soft, little palm
The steady blue heartbeat when the world loses calm
It’s the overtime hours that he never confessed
And the dreams that he traded so I could be blessed
He don't ask for a trophy, he don't want the fame
He just works for his kids with his heart in his hands
Yeah, there’s a glory in the grit of the man in this home
In the thousand little sacrifices he’s always known

Verse
I remember the winter the plant shut its gates
I saw him at the table just staring at plates
He looked at me and he forced out a smile
Said, "Don't you worry, baby, it’s just for a while"
I didn't know he was selling his favorite old truck
Just to keep us from running clear out of luck
He kept the world spinning, he kept the lights on
And I didn't see the cost until I became an adult

Bridge
Now I look at my own life, the life that he built
With a little bit of pride and a whole lot of guilt
For every "no" that he said when he wanted to say "yes"
Just to save up for me, I never could've guessed

Final Chorus
He’s the calloused hand holding a soft, little palm
The steady blue heartbeat when the world loses calm
It’s the overtime hours that he never confessed
And the dreams that he traded so I could be blessed
He don't ask for a trophy, he don't want the fame
He just works for his kids with his heart in his hands
Yeah, there’s a glory in the grit of the man in this home
In the thousand little sacrifices he’s always known

Outro
God bless the farmers and the truck-driving men
The ones who go out and do it all over again
I see you now, Daddy

I finally see you
[END]

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Disclaimer: Lyrics by Stephanie Marie, © 2026 Lyrics may not be remixed, used as prompts for AI, or otherwise reproduced without consent. Please check out my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@Steph_Marie_Music *************************************** (88 BPM) Verse I used to hear his keys jingle late in the hall A tired-out shadow leaning ‘gainst the wall I didn’t know then about the bills or the rain Or the way a man's pride outlines his pain Whether he’s turning a wrench or driving the line Or staring at numbers and running out of time He puts on that coat like a suit of old armor The backbone of his father, the soul of a farmer Pre-Chorus I was dreaming in blankets while he paced the floor Fighting the battles I never even knew he wore Chorus He’s the calloused hand holding a soft, little palm The steady blue heartbeat when the world loses calm It’s the overtime hours that he never confessed And the dreams that he traded so I could be blessed He don't ask for a trophy, he don't want the fame He just works for his kids with his heart in his hands Yeah, there’s a glory in the grit of the man in this home In the thousand little sacrifices he’s always known Verse I remember the winter the plant shut its gates I saw him at the table just staring at plates He looked at me and he forced out a smile Said, "Don't you worry, baby, it’s just for a while" I didn't know he was selling his favorite old truck Just to keep us from running clear out of luck He kept the world spinning, he kept the lights on And I didn't see the cost until I became an adult Bridge Now I look at my own life, the life that he built With a little bit of pride and a whole lot of guilt For every "no" that he said when he wanted to say "yes" Just to save up for me, I never could've guessed Final Chorus He’s the calloused hand holding a soft, little palm The steady blue heartbeat when the world loses calm It’s the overtime hours that he never confessed And the dreams that he traded so I could be blessed He don't ask for a trophy, he don't want the fame He just works for his kids with his heart in his hands Yeah, there’s a glory in the grit of the man in this home In the thousand little sacrifices he’s always known Outro God bless the farmers and the truck-driving men The ones who go out and do it all over again I see you now, Daddy I finally see you [END]

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